After she leaves, Robbie wanders in, and Eric asks him if he knows about Ruthie's pen pal. Robbie does, for some reason. Whatever. He tosses out more exposition about Morgan being twenty-four years old and married, just in case RevCam was worried about Ruthie having a crush. Wait till he sees her in that miniskirt. RevCam wonders why Robbie knows all this and he doesn't. Because you suck, that's why. Robbie explains that Ruthie trusts him. Ooh, burn. Eric stomps off glumly at that insult to his fathering skills as Mary and Lucy enter in tandem. I don't believe that either of them get more than four feet away from each other this entire episode. I think they need to be close to each other for the brain-sharing to work. They wonder why SuperMom isn't being all super and cooking dinner for them like she's supposed to, what with them having no hands and all. Robbie figures it has something to do with Ruthie and Sgt. Morgan and pours redundant exposition all over the place, and I'm annoyed because I know this is going to happen about fifteen more times in the next two minutes. It's like the telephone game, except neither funny nor entertaining. Robbie wanders off upstairs as Lucy and Mary worry about what Ruthie is saying about them. They'll never be able to land themselves good husbands if Ruthie goes around telling everybody that they're dumber than a box full of Dismissed contestants.
Then Simon comes downstairs, with his hair all slicked back and too much make-up on. He looks like he just returned from playing a Jet in the local dinner-theater production of West Side Story. He asks what's going on, and we get the Ruthie story yet again. Lucy and Mary, just like Annie, are worried that Ruthie is saying bad things about them because she hasn't told them what she's written. Why is it that all the women are worried and the men aren't? I'm sure there's some sexist idea behind it, but I'm not quite sure what it is. Simon, the manly voice of reason, suggests that Ruthie hasn't filled them in on the details because she didn't think they were interested. Lucy sarcastically dismisses the very idea, and the two girls rush upstairs, dragged along by their irrational feminine emotions. Simon stands around for a minute before he realizes that there's nobody left for him to pass the tedious exposition on to, then heads upstairs as well.